With the turning of the world
Something changes to nothing
Nothing changes to something
Perfect world
With the changing of the tides
Life dissembles to nothing
Reassembles into something
A perfect world
Saturday, all the lights have changed
As you celebrate who you are becoming
As the morning train takes you so far away
All that I can say is…
I hope you become everything that you want to be
So I came to say goodbye
Though your logic eludes me
Hope someday you'll include me
In your perfect world
For every mountain you climb
I'll stay here in the trenches
Win the war for my senses
My perfect world
